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The Voice Within - 2
by Dave (ufpe@go2netmail.com)
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A continuation into the life of and implanted janitor.
(MF, nc, sci-fi)
***
Writers note; Thanks to the positive feedback I
received from the initial installment, I've been
persuaded to continue the epoch journeys of Bob and his
symbiotic soul mate. At risk of redundancy, so abundant
in sequels, Bob is about to embark on a cosmic journey
into the depths of reality in search of fulfillment (or
whatever else makes itself available.
***
As the gentle hands of Miss K. found my hardening
organ, the same wild abandoned I'd witnessed upon my
many recent conquests began to overwhelmed her delicate
features. Throwing the thin blanket to the carpet, she
threw herself face down into the plush mattress, and
raised her rump high into the air as I half expected
her to release the pent up gasses from the spicy
tamales we had devoured the night before. Rather, a
simple expletive about reaming her butt cleared the air
while triggering alarm bells in the brains atop both my
throbbing member, and between my ears.
Now I've never been one to exploit all the available
openings my female counterparts possess as I had always
reasoned the old poop shut was for foul things to exit
rather than for my cherished manhood to enter. It was
apparent that any reasoning she may still harbor was
dominated by animal lust, so I improvised and went to
the head.
A woman possessed is beyond driven, and before I could
lock myself into the only immediate refuge that came to
mind she was in front of me, bent over at the waist,
mumbling things that would convince a deaf mute she was
no virgin in the rear end department. Her tightly
puckered hole was barely visible between the two
flawless globes she presented so shamelessly to me.
Such unconditional abandon was more than my resurrected
organ could deny and I moved toward her remembering,
only at the last moment, that a little lube keeps the
squeaking to a minimum. A quick dollop of KY and I was
positioned to enter uncharted waters as my victim
shivered visibly in anticipation. Tight is a gross
understatement when describing her pink portal while
perserverance is a virtue.
After several forceful thrusts, I was in the slippery
cavern wondering secretly if packaged enema kits
wouldn't be a far gentler means of fulfilling her
needs. The tugging friction was glorious, and her
unexpected orgasm accompanied by the almost unbearable
tightening of her sphincter was far more pleasurable
than I could imagine.
Uncounted orgasms later, she collapsed onto the
bathmat; while my unfulfilled pee shooter remained as
solid as ever. I let her lay, a pool of quivering
humanity, as I turned on the hot water and quickly
cleaned any residue that may plug up my pee hole in
fear of future consequences, the least being
spontaneous abdominal combustion from pent up pee. I
covered her gently and flipped on a pair of
conservative swimwear so I could bask by the pool and
reconsider the new application of my tool in its
recently demonstrated rotor rooter role.
As I turned to the door, she was kneeling in front of
me, and yanked down the oversized spandex to engulf my
flaccid tool. She used her mouth with the same
beautiful expertise she sculpted her voice, while her
delicate fingers tugged and smoothed the pink folds
between her still quivering legs. It was far more
stimulation than my overworked appendage could sustain,
and as her hand began to cup and ply my gonads; I
expended the essence my reproductive system.
I too fell to my knees in ecstasy as my pheromone
saturated seed slid into her digestive system. She
began quaking with renewed orgasms in an erotic display
that would make millions on the porn market. It sure is
good to be a reengineered man, and I thanked my
symbiotic companion gratefully as I gently caressed the
trembling frame of Miss K. A gentle buzz at the base of
my spine signaled its acknowledgement as I rose to my
feet, and once ahead headed for the comfort of the
pool.
The pool was surrounded by manicured palms and had a
delightful floating bar under a thatched roof on the
shallow end. I slid onto one of the submerged stools
allowing the gentle water to sooth my weary torso as
the bartender nonchalantly poured me a scotch on the
rocks. There was little activity to set my depleted
reproductive system astir except for two young beauties
at the far end of the pool, playing volleyball. I was
intrigued by their chest mounted superstructure that
swayed and bobbled in wild abandon in a delayed
symphony to the motions of their extremities. As I was
about to unleash my fantasies, I saw them – the Men in
Black emerging from the guest gate; one with a striking
resemblance to Tommy Lee!
Within seconds my fight or flight reflex kicked in as I
saw them moving determinedly towards me! Panic spurred
me to choke down my Johnny Walker, as my legs turned to
jelly. Wordlessly, they flashed badges that could have
easily come from a five and dime for all I knew. With a
quick, no nonsense command, I was following them like a
little puppy to their unmarked POV with a small decal
that proclaimed "Homeland Security" stuck on the
driver's door.
With nary an indication that the black gas hog would
convert into a rocket sled, I was forced into the back
seat and we were off before a crowd could gather. These
men must have graduated at the top of their class in
humane inhumanity as my queries were blatantly ignored
while neither seatbelt nor explanations were ever
offered.
We roared down the freeway to a small government
facility and I was briskly escorted onto a small jet
with plastic seat covers and a thread bare carpet. I
was given a lukewarm Coke as we flew over the desert
and watched a Humphrey Bogart movie while they stared
at me from behind their Ray Bans.
As the plane began its descent I could see unremarkable
hangers and support structures alongside a long landing
strip and suddenly recognized the site as Area 51 from
the aerial photos I'd seen on a 60-minute special
several weeks ago. The lump in my throat turned into a
boulder. A quick taxi on the tarmac and I was pushed
out the hatch and into a small office that could have
easily doubled as granny's home in the 'burbs.
The elevator ride into the bowels of terra firma seemed
endless, and I found myself getting excited for some
gawd awful reason. As the door opened, I was staring
directly into to shiny glasses of Dawn, the BSP queen!
The symbiotic lump in the small of my back suddenly
reacted so violently my legs almost gave out.
"How's it hangin' Bob," she quipped.
"To the left and a quart low; how's that mole on the
inside of your right thigh – you really should get that
looked at by a trained professional." My discomfort
with the current scenario was apparent through my
clenched teeth.
"Still quick on your feet among other places, I hear'"
she bantered back with the emotionless face that all
professionals seem to carry.
"Not quick enough thanks to your MiB's; why don't you
put me on a greyhound back to my scotch, and I'll
forget all about the kidnapping charges."
A stone faced Neanderthal stepped in front of Dawn and,
after allowing a few seconds of intimidation, he spoke
in a voice that could set off a new ice age. "You've
been brought to this research facility to serve your
country on a mission of intergalactic importance."
"Spare me..."
"Would you prefer to spend the remainder of your paltry
existence in a maximum security facility?"
"That would far more palatable than working with an
over inflated idiot as yourself," I retorted, growing
increasingly annoyed.
"We have sworn testimonials from all the women you've
raped..."
"They asked for it..."
"Whoa - let's take it down a notch, boys." It was Dawn
who interjected just moments before I was aiming to rip
out the Neanderthals throat.
"Come with me Bob," she requested in a firm voice.
Again I found myself following someone I really
couldn't trust like a new found puppy. It was true she
had given me a new lease on life, but I was about to
learn it was only a small part of a much grander
scheme. We walked down a long white corridor, me in a
swimsuit with hardening nipples and a shriveling
penetrator thanks to the cold and colorless floor.
Again a victim, I could feel my constant companion
writhing torturously against my spine learning first
hand, the true meaning of empathy. How I wanted to hear
the voice within once more but I surmised its silence
was for a just cause. We turned down a less well
illuminated hallway before coming to a door that seemed
to vanish as soon as Dawn stepped through it.
There on a small bench were two honest to goodness
Roswell aliens, staring at us with huge unblinking eyes
and long sinewy fingers that slowly moved as if they
had a mind of their own. Now I've seen many strange
things in my time but these little creatures took the
cake. Emotionless, colorless, sexless, and who knows
what else less, their aura was just too weird and I got
ready to bolt out of there even if it meant spending
the rest of my life in solitary. Without looking I
turned and ran directly into the chest of He-Man, the
Neanderthal and fell flat onto the floor bruising my
butt.
"These are ambassadors from another world," Dawn stated
as she tried to suppress a hint of laughter.
I just sat on the floor with my lower jaw hanging
somewhere down near my knees.
"They have shared some of their technology and helped
us in adapting that technology to our life forms in
that we may assist some of the planets they protect by
providing a, shall we say, natural resource that is
abundant on our world."
"Uh..." was all I could mutter.
Dawn continued: "You are the first of we hope many that
will travel to different worlds to help their dying
species procreate. With no ties on this world, and
frankly, very little to offer, you're a prime
candidate."
"Hold on a minute Speedy Gonzalez," I was finally able
to blurt out, "You're going to send me as a sexual
ambassador to ET's planet to make little Martians?" The
thought of dumping my seed into one of these bug-eyed
apparitions went beyond repulsion.
"Well, yes," Dawn return unfaltering, "But you'll find
'ET' far more appealing than some of the people
standing in this very room." She nodded towards He-Man
with a smirk.
"Why don't they just go fuck themselves?'
"They can't, Bob. Most all male species that evolved
similar to our own appear to have one basic flaw – in
time the male reproductive organs shrink into...well
look at the two males sitting here!"
I looked at their crotches from afar, yet close enough
to ascertain their throbbing manhood was little more
than a pimple with a pee hole. "Will this happen to
us?"
"Fortunately not, thanks to fluoride."
"Come again?"
"I'd love to; thanks Bob," she snickered, scrunching
her nose in a way I always found cute.
"Fluoride?"
"Why do you think it's been used for such a long time
in the developed nations?"
"Why do I need the booger you stuck in my back then?"
"It will help you adapt and support your reproductive
system so you won't, shall we say, peter out
prematurely. You'll be happy to know, your voyage
across the galaxy will be faster than light so when you
arrive at your new home, you'll be substantially
younger than you are today."
It took a few moments to digest what Dawn had given me
but who in their right mind would turn down an
opportunity to serve their species by living on a
technologically advanced planet while being surrounded
by hoards of sex starved naked virgins eagerly awaiting
fertilization. "I'll go," I muttered while forcefully
repressing the urge to tap dance through the halls.
"I knew you would," Dawn clapped her hands with glee;
"Let's get you prepped."
***
Somewhere amidst the great expanse, we commonly refer
to as The Milky Way, a naked figure lays strapped to a
floating bed with a large video screen showing non-stop
porno movies while a device aptly named an "orgasmic
inducer" continually urges his gradually diminishing
seed into a small receptacle. His once proud symbol of
masculinity has been reduced to a lifeless membrane
that had lost all sensation; the once abundant nerve
endings pummeled into senseless oblivion.
Deep inside his pelvis, a small translucent membrane
throbs with activity, spurred on in its ceaseless
activity by a small electrode that tirelessly emits the
tiny spark of life that keeps both the BSP and its host
at their peak reproduction efficiency. As tears slowly
continued to form in his eyes, his mind wanders, for
just a brief moment, to the hum of the buffer as he
polished the floor and the happiness he knew then. A
million tomorrows passed.
Somehow, as Bob dozed amidst the incessant silence that
caressed him he became aware of the first movement he
had witnessed for an eternity. A small child ran over
to his immobile form and began to caress his face with
the tenderness only a mother posses while tears
reddened her twinkling eyes. Other hands hurriedly
began to free his bound extremities as the gentle
persistent pressure that had clung on his lifeless
genitals was suddenly gone.
"Wha..." was all my parched lips could produce.
I'm so sorry Bob, the crying little girl stammered "So
sorry."
I recognized Dawns voice and with closer inspection,
saw the juvenile precursor of the woman I had grown to
loathe over untold centuries.
"What?"
"Shhh," she chided, "We're going to take you home now."
Knowing words were hard to come by, I succumbed to her
advice, while a voice within spoke clearly and
distinctly; "That was fun, what'll we do next?"
On the voyage home, the angelic little child explained
how, after I and a few of my successors were
transported to other worlds, a benevolent race of
aliens had interceded to reveal the true nature of our
inbreeding. My genetically superior offspring would
eventually join invading forces that, in their hybrid
form were destined to dominate Earth and several other
nearby habitable planets.
On humanities behalf, these benevolent aliens offered
their assistance, and set out to rescue those who had
survived their grueling internment while banishing the
bug-eyed bad guys into oblivion. I was the lone
survivor thanks to the continuing efforts of my BSP to
preserve what little life force I had.
As the ship landed under the cover of darkness at Area
51, I was amazed to find that I was the same as when
the MiB's had torn me from my world an eternity ago.
Only catching a glimpse of one of the tall skinny alien
rescuers, I waved my gratitude as I was hurriedly
escorted from the long sleek silver ship into an
awaiting jet.
The jet looked the same, as were my two escorts; dead
ringers of those who had originally taken me from my
scotch, complete with Ray Bans and the personality of a
rock. The only difference was the Presidential Medal of
Freedom one of them handed me unceremoniously
graciously displayed in a mahogany box perfect for
storing my unused condoms.
Miss K. was somewhat perturbed with my unannounced
absence until I flashed the medal in front of her face,
and set about removing the thin sleepwear that clung so
enticingly to the gentle curves of her womanhood. In an
instant, my face was buried in the delicious folds of
her sexuality, savoring her essence as she greedily
groped for my tool.
A drop of precum later, she was flooding my mouth with
the sweetest taste I could ever desire, bucking and
moaning uncontrollably as her body took on a life of
its own. Still recovering from its machine induced
trauma, my manhood barely stirred in arousal while
grudgingly offering what little orgasmic inducing fluid
it could surrender.
Sometime later, as we lay in the incomparable
afterglow, my mind drifted back to the young woman who
had started it all, and wondered, just for a moment,
where she may be. The voice within shattered my mental
meanderings.
"She's not bad but I know we can do better; got any
chocolate?"
"Haven't you had enough excitement for a lifetime," I
queried skeptically?
"I can't speak for you slim Jim, but I plan to live
forever."
"I think we already have," I quipped, "And let's knock
of the below the belt slurs, shall we?"
"I can talk how ever I want about my equipment," it
retorted.
"Got me there," I sighed.
"Sure do," it responded wistfully. "Let's play
Volleyball tomorrow."
"Sure you're up to it?"
"Try asking yourself the same question!"
"Just did; now shut it and let me get some rest, would
you? I swear you must be a woman!"
"Are you," it asked suspiciously.
"Does it really matter," I retorted wondering if
schizophrenia was setting in.
"I'll be whatever you want me to be."
"Good, be quiet then; we'll check out the pool as soon
as the bar opens." I felt a warm buzz at the base of my
neck and knew, as the only implant survivor, I had to
be the luckiest guy in the whole world.
To be continued?
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